Stories I Tell Myself
Linda Brody Bakst on Brooklyn, growing up, identity and more
Tag: New York City
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Views of Central Park in mid-October (photos by me!) Oh, how do I love thee? I love the juxtaposition Nature and civilization Bird calls and sirens Steel and glass skyscrapers and majestic ancient trees Ducks and turtles paddling the reservoir Birds swoop Stately pre-war apartment buildings stand guard to the west Museum mile…
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Aunt Clair, my father’s younger sister by two and a half years, may be short in stature, but she more than makes up for it with an outsize personality. One of my earliest memories was a weekend where she watched me and my two brothers while my parents were away. As I recall, we named…
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It was the summer of 1980 and I had just graduated from college. I would start graduate school at Columbia in the fall. I planned to work at The Perfumer’s Worskhop for the summer, the same place I had worked for the past three summers. The Perfumer’s Workshop was a company that created and distributed…
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Growing up in Brooklyn I was always excited to go “into the city,” which meant going to Manhattan. Technically all five boroughs comprise New York City, but we knew Manhattan was really The City. Not everyone shared my excitement. There were many people in the outer boroughs who were as unfamiliar with The City and…
